how can I fix this, (my writing)
I’m not delusional! I can confirm that I'm not! Just untie me from those chains; they are suffocating me, making air freeze. Still, I've been through worse, far worse, I can reclaim it. I’m not making up things, I was there. I felt it; my comrades were ripping their own flush. I witnessed their death — one by one. So you're curious now, aren't you? Untie me, I'll tell you the whole story! Every single detail; come on — my blood is running cold!